someone has been in her room. someone has left food. thoughts of poisoned wine and cosmetics fly through her head, and it takes a moment before rational thought arrives.
a cake that smells of lemon. knowledge of her house's words, green ink. the people all of that would point to are very few, and yet...
it has been just over a month since she met her end. the fear is still fresh.
so she reaches out, tentative but hopeful. ]
Prince Aemond.
My apologies for disturbing you at this late hour. A gift was sent to my room, which is most kind, and speaks of one who knows me.
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delivery. ( seventh of december. )
Date: 2024-12-07 04:02 am (UTC)aemond has a servant leave it in her room. attached to the cake box is a plain card in green ink, with pristine handwriting: ]
To honour your House's words, and offer some comfort during this cold.
[ he doesn't leave his name on it. ]
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Date: 2024-12-18 11:46 pm (UTC)someone has been in her room. someone has left food. thoughts of poisoned wine and cosmetics fly through her head, and it takes a moment before rational thought arrives.
a cake that smells of lemon. knowledge of her house's words, green ink. the people all of that would point to are very few, and yet...
it has been just over a month since she met her end. the fear is still fresh.
so she reaches out, tentative but hopeful. ]
Prince Aemond.
My apologies for disturbing you at this late hour. A gift was sent to my room, which is most kind, and speaks of one who knows me.
Am I right to send my thanks to you?